Dec 26 2011
so much joy it hurts: Love Poem, Dorothea Lasky
The rain whistled.
A taxi brought me to your apartment building
And there I stood.
I had dreamed a dream
Of us in a bedroom.
The light shining upon us in white sheets.
You were singing me a song of your sailing days
And in the dream
I reached deep in you and pulled out a cardinal
Which in…
(Source: poetryfoundation.org)
